By the time she'd come back, Tony wouldn't be in the bed waiting for her. She could hear the shower running and he'd gone to go clean himself thoroughly. Not that he was trying to avoid either of them, but mostly because he just felt really sweaty and gross, despite how good that had been.
Kirk, however, was still stretched across the bed, having not moved from the bottom of the large bed, one hand resting on his sweat slicked stomach and the other crossed underneath his head. "Didn't wake up the little lad, did we? If he can sleep through that, he can sleep through anything."